This is what you get when you are rereading Notes from Underground and listening to Aesop Rock’s Aggressive Steven. A short tale about someone named Steven who is taking…something…and how he descends.
It’s fiction, but really short.
This is what you get when you are rereading Notes from Underground and listening to Aesop Rock’s Aggressive Steven. A short tale about someone named Steven who is taking…something…and how he descends.
It was supposed to have been a test, but it had taken her 35 years to get to this point. 35 years of her professional and personal life. Two marriages lost. One estranged child. Ostracized by her peers. Relegated to the crackpot category of scientists, financially supported by the rich fringe elements populated by otherwise intelligent and successful people who believed in conspiracy theories about Roswell a hundred years ago or people who believed in Xenu.
I was a part of you. I can still feel the connection even though you unceremoniously ripped me out of the back of your head and replaced me with a better model.
The tall man slid into the room. He was lanky, but all tall men that measure 201.34 centimeters are lanky, no matter their weight. He was perfect. Not in the sense that his abs were sculpted and his features were completely symmetrical.
We were returning back to Chicago from our Hawaiian vacation when they shut down the airport.
She said the seizure felt like she was falling down a well, and that it was horrifying agony for the entire 96 seconds. She was strangely accurate about the amount of time.
Bob fidgets. Bob tries to escape.